Dimitri
Three days had passed since we buried her.
Three days of darkness. Three days of emptiness. Three days of rage building inside me like a storm waiting to explode.
I stood in my office, looking out the window at the garden. At the fresh mound of earth under the oak tree.
My Irina lay there.
Ivanov entered without knocking. My guards knew better than to wait for permission these days.
I had made a vow to eliminate Ivanov for shooting a dart at me. But Mikhail had pleaded on his behalf. He was one of my skillful and most trusted guard. Why kill him when I can work him to death?
"We have searched everywhere, boss," he said carefully. "Every warehouse, every safe house, every contact. Alexei Volkov seem to have disappeared completely."
"Then search again," I sa
